your hands sir

Don’t ask me. It was one of those things where you’re bored so you pull out an old work for fun + work on some skills and then the imagination tells your hands to do things but your hands are like “No sir, no sir… I am staging a coup”…. and then before you know it all the tea is upside down and there’s a chicken in the bathtub.

I kind of turned him in to a shirtless dandy? …………….no comment. Fenris has no comment either. :P

“Broken” (Chapter Sixteen)

Alright, we get to meet Wanda and Pietro in this chapter, I took some liberties with their powers/back story so just a heads up, it doesnt follow MCU or anything like that. Excited to hear what you guys think about it. 

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There was a stunning brunette in the common area when Clint made it back downstairs followed closely by Steve, and a little further behind by Bucky. They had napped on and off together for hours, Bucky staying mostly awake to keep an eye on them, and even now he was feeling protective, and eyed the unknown woman uneasily as they passed through the kitchen.

“Wanda?” Clint lit up when he saw her, and shouted excitedly, his words sounding the slightest bit off because he hadn’t put his aids back in yet. “Wanda, what are you doing here?”

“Clint!” The woman looked young, maybe her early twenties at the most, but she nearly ran across the room to throw herself into Clints arms, exclaiming happily when he swung her around in a hug. “I’m so happy to see you!” The girl was signing as fast as she was talking. “We came with Phil—“ she stopped, obviously seeing Clint’s face fall, and whatever she said next was softer, her hands still moving, but slower now.

Steve watched for a minute before looking back to motion Bucky closer to the room. “That’s Wanda.” He said in explanation. “Clint saved her and her brother Pietro a few years ago from a Hydra holding facility. It was just– just a really bad situation, and Clint swooped in and saved them and basically dropped them on Tony’s door. They are practically his kids, so it’s good they’re here. It will keep his mind off of Phil.”

“What–” Bucky narrowed his eyes, watching the girl cautiously. “What is wrong with her? She scents…off. And her wings aren’t right.”

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anonymous asked:

Snape x blind 6th year student reader where snape makes fun of her in class without realising that she's blind because she's always managed well, until she makes some sassy comment and he then realises and then later on he finds her crying in a corridor because some Slytherin's decided to drag her somewhere and get her lost..

continued: Snape brings her back to his room as it’s too late to get into the gryffindor common room and she asks if she can do something odd and he accepts so she feels his face to see what he looks like. And can she also mention something about how nice his voice is? Thanks :))

Hey sunshine,

Sure, I will do my best! I hope you like it.

AND I proclaim that it happens before Potter comes along (like a year or three before that); so Snape is relatively young, but not tortured by Lily’s death.

Name: I do not want you to leave.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” you hear Snape’s voice right over your head, so you flinch, almost dropping your wand in the potion. “Do you know the difference between red and yellow? Or are all colors of the Gryffindor flag same to you?” you freeze. You were sure you did everything correctly, checked the tags on the chemicals at least four times before using each one of them. They all were correct.

“No, sir,” you answer quietly. 

“Then why on Earth would you put in the powder of rat’s bones instead of the powder of the poppy seeds? Or did you decide to improve my own recipe by exploding the whole castle?”

“I… I am sure I put in the right ingredient. Are you sure you wrote the right instructions?” Snape’s breathing gets quieter and must more hateful, so you can almost feels how much he wants to strangle you.

“Are you questioning my ability to write, miss?”

“No, only your ability to label the ingredients properly, with the correct usage of Braille,” you answer calmly. “I used the ingredients with the correct tags.”

“Braille?” you nod. “You are blind.”

“Uhm… So hard to notice the dark glasses, cane, and the weird way of walking? Professor, you may need to check your ability to see students, you are doing much worse than I am,” your classmates pulls your sleeve, hoping that you would stop before Snape decides to kill you, but he seems to not be willing to.”

“My… apologies,” he answers finally, much quieter than before. You hear him whisper something under his breath, and the potion in front of you disappears. “I will make sure the ingredients are labeled properly from now on,” you nod and hear him walk away, his robe swishing by your side.

“Hate those Slytherins,” you murmur later that evening, as you are walking around the basement, trying to find your way out. The most annoying thing ever is probably when those morons get you as a group and abandon you in the middle on the basements, so you spend there whole night, trying to find a way back to the Gryffindor tower.

“Miss Y/L/N?” you hear Snape’s voice coming from somewhere, so you turn around.

“Oh, Professor Snape? What a lucky meeting, I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” you smile at him. “How are you doing, sir?”

“You have been looking for me just to ask how I am doing?” you nod. “I am doing well despite having a student walking around the castle in the middle of the night.”

“Then I shall return to my room, professor,” you answer calmly, turning around, then stopping and turning back to him. “Uhm… Professor?”

“Yes?” you can almost feel how he is sarcastically lifting an eyebrow - your classmates told you that’s what he keeps doing to show sarcasm.

“Could you… Could you point me in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, sir?” Snape walks up to you and gently grabs your shoulder. “Sir?”

“Let me walk you, miss. You don’t have your wand or your cane, I suppose it’s only adequate that I make sure you make it to your room before morning.”

“Thank you, sir,” you murmur, and Snape simply keeps pushing you forward, one hand almost wrapped around your shoulders.

“I do need you to tell me who did that,” he notices at some point, when you are walking upstairs. “Who was it?”

“Just a Slytherin kid,” you shrug your shoulders. “It’s always them, but you may have guessed that I am not that good at remembering faces.”

“Very funny. I will make sure they are punished. Careful,” Snape quickly pulls you closer, as the staircase, which you almost stepped on, starts rapidly moving.

“Thanks,” he nods, not hurrying to let go of you.

“You really should be more careful,” Snape slowly releases you and leads you in the tower, then to your room. “You have your own because of the vision impairment?”

“Yes, sir,” you drop on the bed and smile. “God, I missed this place.”

“Well, now, that you are safe…”

“Professor, may I ask to do something… odd?” you ask quietly, and he agrees, sitting by your side. You do wonder why he seems to care for you. “Sir, permission to… see your face?” he doesn’t answer, so you lean forward and slightly touch his face, brushing your fingers against his eyelids and lips. “Wow.”

“I suppose you understand that this act should remain between us and not be discussed with other students, miss?” you smile and nod quickly, your hand sliding down his jaw and neck, when Snape catches your fingers. “Miss?” you smile apologetically, and Snape lets go of your hand.

“I am sorry, sir.”

“That’s alright. Miss Y/L/N, you really should go to sleep. It’s past midnight,” Snape slowly pulls away, as you smile sadly.

“You do have an amazing voice, sir… It fits you,” you murmur, as you lean back and crawl in a ball under a blanket. Snape giggles, or makes somehow similar sound, not going anywhere for some reason - just sitting there next to you.

“What career are you going to pursue after you leave Hogwarts?” he asks finally. “I never ask that, but your case seems rather…”

“Unusual?” you grin. “Yeah, people tend to believe that I am not complete without the vision… I was thinking of doing potions, but that seems quite impossible without a good assistant. So I will probably stick to the ministry work… And kill myself because of it,” you grin again.

“You may want to stay in Hogwarts.”

“As a librarian? I don’t think so.”

“As my assistant. I am looking for one, and you are doing quite well for your disability. Incredibly well, actually, you could become a good potions master,” you sit up, not understanding what the hell was happening.

“Professor, what is wrong?”

“Only that Dumbledore requires for me to hire an assistant from the current students, and I dread the thought of hiring any one from the Slytherin… our dear director is a Gryffindor, there is no way he will let me get one more Slytherin. Also, you are very good.”

“Sounds… too flattering. Professor, I am blind, but I am not dumb. Why are you offering me this job? It’s Hogwarts, a great place, officially the highest salary in the educational institutions in magical Britain… Professor, why?” he sighs, raising his hand and slowly stroking your cheek, brushing his finger against your lips. Snape breathes in, terribly slowly.

“Because I do not want you to leave,” he answers quietly, and you freeze, really wishing you could see his face right now. And, as if knowing it, Snape gently takes your hand and allows you to touch his face, your fingers running by the his stressed forehead and the tensed muscles, as if he is about to erase your memory and run away if anything happens.

“I don’t want to leave,” you answer just as quietly, your fingers stroking his jaw, as Snape carefully puts his hand on your waist and pulls you closer, pressing his lips against yours.

Lady and Agent.

Summary: “Can you do an story where Harry falls for an female kingsman agent?! (Lady Guinevere) Someone much younger then he is so he kinda struggles with his feeling. Till one day he kinda lets it slip cuz he just can’t hide it anymore. Maybe there’s a kiss involved?!”
Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman.
Warnings: Violence, Gun TW, Death.
Word Count: 1818

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How the scene in Right Hand Man probably played out, TBH.
  • Washington: ...who are you?
  • Washington: Ah, yes. Hamilton, would you happen to know who... THIS is? *glances at Burr*
  • Hamilton: You could say that...
  • Burr: Now as I was saying--
  • Washington: Go away Burr no one likes you.
  • Hamilton: What he said.

Requested: No.

Fandom: Markiplier

Paring: Darkiplier/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Light BDSM

A/N: Dedicated to my two lovely friends… @justwritingscibbles and @twenty-third-born … Enjoy! ;)

Originally posted by off-brand-darkiplier

You tugged gently against the rope that bound your hands to the headboard. All you could see was darkness, your sense of touch heightened from the silk blindfold. The only sound in the room was his breathing and your breathing mixed together. You weren’t sure how long you had been like this but the anticipation was killing you. You were in the process of being punished, you disobeyed Dark when he told you to ‘be prepared’ when he got home. You assumed the meeting didn’t go well. You were instructed not to make a single noise and despite wanting to scream in frustration, you didn’t.

“You know why you’re being punished, right, Doll?” Dark’s voice sounded from beside you. You gasped softly, toes curling at the sound of voice. You felt a hand run gently down the side of your face, fingers brushing your cheek before coming to a stop. He gripped your throat lightly enticing a small whimper, he squeezed harder.

“Y-Yes…” you breathed out, hands moving to grip the rope, steadying yourself.

“Yes. What?” he demanded, his other hand gripping a handful of your hair.

“Sir,” you cried out, heat pooling to your already dripping cunt. “Yes, sir.” you whimpered, quiter this time.

“Good girl.” Dark murmured, his hand trailing down your stomach. He stopped right below your navel and applied the smallest amount a pressure. Your toes curled again, muscles clenching and in turn more slick fell from your opening. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning. His fingers dipped down, brushing passed your folds before he pulled away. He groaned and an imagine of him licking his fingers flashed across your vision. You couldn’t help it.

“Sir… ” you moaned, pleading softly. You body was on fire and it was begging to be used, to be fucked, and abused. You heard the leather snap before a harsh smack landed across your breasts. You squeaked, body shuttering and goosebumps raising.

“What did I tell you, Doll?” Dark hissed, his finger tweaking your nipple harshly.

“I was a bad girl, I’m not allowed to speak unless spoken to, Sir.” you moaned, arching into his hand as he stretched the skin. He let go, but dragged the leather across your body.

“You want to beg? You want to plead like the slut I know you to be? You need it, to be touched, to feel something. You’re going of sound and that’s it. No touching, no seeing… The perfect torture for someone like you… Go on then, Doll, use your words. Beg for me, Princess.” the leather snapped against your inner thigh and the sound you made was almost in human. The bed dipped to the side and lips began to trail across your sweat glossed skin. His tongue gliding across your bruised neck. His fingers glided across your stomach, squeezing your thighs and gliding over your folds.

“Please,” you whispered, tears gathering from the need. You wanted to sob from the amount of teasing he was doing. “Please, Sir, I-I,” your words died in your throat, his teeth grazing your jugular. He growled softly in his chest, “Please, I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please. Please. Please.” the word fell like a mantra against your quivering lips. The tears finally spilling over. He removed the blindfold and he looked quite pleased with your state. The sight of him, blazer removed and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, his tie loose around his neck… You nearly came just staring at him.

“Do you understand now? I won’t break you, unless you deserved to be broken… Pet.” he pulled his belt from his slacks, they fell to his feet and he quickly discarded the rest of his clothing. He climbed on top of you, spreading your legs to get between them. He admired his work, how wet he had made you with just his words. After a moment he placed the blindfold back on, and you whined. He chuckled and leaned down, his teeth grazing your ear.

“I want you to feel everything.” he growled and without warning he slammed into you, filling your aching cunt. You cried out with need, your first orgasm already hitting you. Immediately, you realized this was going to be a long night.